Search This Blog

Neverland

Chapter 3

Get link
Facebook
X
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps

By Unknown - June 26, 2014

The boy was on a vacation. It was so nice where he was staying in the mountains and he wanted to stay there forever. Except for one thing: people back home.

Get link
Facebook
X
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps

Comments

A Day in the Life of Martha

By Unknown - April 08, 2015

Martha is a nice girl. She lives in the center of America. Los Angeles. Martha really enjoys watching the Lakers. Martha roots more for the Clippers. Martha lives in the basement of her parent's house. Martha plays four instruments. These include: the guitar. Martha loves to paint. Sometimes Martha paints a picture of her grandmother. Martha has a very nice fan in her room made out of the finest material. Martha's parents died when they were both nine and a half. Martha's grandmother ran off with a pirate in Columbia in 1967. Martha enjoys watching the Jimmy Fallon show and What Not to Wear. Martha lost everything in a fire during the dust bowl of the 1950's. Martha's guitar is made out of the finest material. Martha paints self portraits very often. Martha's husband is a farmer. Martha demonstrates Newton's laws of gravity on a daily basis to a crowd of kindergarteners with a pen. Martha always gets her pens with the finest material. Martha's husband...

Does He Know?

By Joseph Arze - September 12, 2018

How can he sleep at night? He must not know— He must think I’m doing well That it’s well with my soul. But does he know? Does he know the countless hours Of sleep I’ve been deprived of? Having to struggle under the covers, With my eyes sown shut— Just to wait for sleep to find me, Sometimes hours and hours later? All the time retracing memories and nightmares, Like a bad cd, repeating an awful clip. Does he know the meals I’ve missed? With an aching stomach, longing to be fed, But as soon as it’s in my sight, My stomach closes off and my throat shuts. Does he know the gallons of tears that have left my eyes, Within the last month and a half? Does he know how many tubs I could have filled With my anguish? How can he sleep at night, If he knows that he has ruined my life- After telling me of the respect he had for us? How can he live with himself, Knowing that because of his impulse, A “friend” who shared his stage— Has experienced the most excruciating pain E...